In life, there are thousands of choices and roads upon which we tread and travel, some with tentative glances and slow paces, and others with broad, eager strides.
But sometimes, we lose those choices, and our road ends... but what happens if we are set upon another road? What if you could keep walking, even if it meant walking with four instead of two? What then?
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An introspective upon life, love, loss, death, and rebirth through my eyes. A cathartic piece of writing.
Sometimes the theme or feel of the fic might... jump. Again, this is more cathartic writing then anything else, based on my emotions more then any particular plot...
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EDIT AS OF 4/27/13- This story is currently 'abandoned', and won't be written in again for quite some time. Thank you for reading, I'm sorry if you wanted this story to continue, but again, it was a cathartic writing piece, meant more to let emotion go then anything else, and I haven't had the strong emotional reactions needed to inspire writing like this recently.
Thank you for your time.
Liking the idea and the story so far. Hope she stays human.
Of all the chapters, this one is... a little rushed, in my mind. It's not a bad chapter, but it's not the best either. Honestly, I wasn't really sure what to write into this one, and felt like I needed to finish it.
So, my apologizes for the subpar chapter, but even then, remember, this one is... more for me, and honestly, my heart hurts right now... I really wish you all could understand that sense of loss, of having to cut ties like that.
Anyway, see you all next chapter.
~Ash the Kitsune
Well... Damn.... This struck a chord for me... The first chapter mainly but then it just kept striking chords that Kept me interested. I know that this is on Hiatus but I would very much enjoy seeing this continued. You have my undivided attention and no matter how long it takes I'll be watching for an update. God, Faust, Luna, and Celestia bless you.
I don't think it's a good idea, writing about what wondrous things have happened to those we love who have passed away. Once you look up from the page, you risk coming to realize that all you have are powerless words on paper, and you can't give them the heaven you wish they could have. Wishing is dangerous, because you can imagine a world that isn't possible, and now you've got something stuck in your head that you'll always desire, but never have.
But maybe it's just me. I dunno.
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I've come to terms with the loss, but I can not, nor will ever stop hoping for something better for those I love, here and now or in the here-after, whatever it may be.
To quote- "To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."
We won't know till we get there, but even then, till we know, it'll continue to hurt, and sometimes powerless words on paper carry more weight then even the strongest man can bare.
Thank you for reading.